During his soul metamorphosis, Ian Song fell into a hazy, dream-like state. Vaguely, he realized he had become a baby.
Under the care of his parents, he gradually grew up. At age three, he was sent to kindergarten; at six, he started first grade. As he matured, his mind slowly became clear again.
Looking at his tender, pale little hands, Ian Song felt a bit puzzled.
Could this be an illusion trial generated during soul metamorphosis?
"Break!"
Ian Song gave a low shout, his gaze instantly becoming incomparably resolute.
But the surroundings remained unchanged; nothing happened at all.
"Ian Song, what are you doing here? Come play with us!"
A little girl with delicate features ran over, grabbing his hand and pulling him to join the other children.
He recognized the little girl—Xiaoyu. She was his neighbor and his classmate.
"A mere illusion dares try to shake my mind? I’m the ancestor of illusion-makers!"
Ian Song snapped, shoving the little girl hard so she fell to the ground.
The little girl looked at him, hurt and aggrieved, then burst into tears.
Half an hour later, at home.
Ian was getting scolded by a young man.
"You little brat, why did you push Xiaoyu? Go apologize to her, now!"
"Enough, Ian’s just a kid. Why are you so harsh?"
His mother pulled him into her arms and shot his father a sideways look.
It felt real. Way too real.
Ian frowned.